The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Glory Kingdom
I am a man who hunts at night
I am a man who bathes in tiger's blood
I am a man with daggers in my smiles
Only the wise speak of a place
With such elegance and grace
In a crumbling civilization
There is only one place to journey to
With my dogs, I will search
Mush, mush, mush, mush
Mush, mush, mush, mush
Pray for the Kingdom
Pray for the Kingdom
Pray for the Kingdom
Pray for the Kingdom
A dream of running freely through
The buttery nipple mountains
My sword longs to be
Wrapped with flesh
Pray for the Kingdom
Pray for the Kingdom
Pray for the Kingdom
Pray for the Kingdom
I climb up ropes of leg, knots of skin for my feed
The kingdom lies just beyond the horizon